A Moment of Time
Slowly Becoming too Much
She sends the email and shifts tabs with a sigh, leaning her head back against the wall. I donâ€™t know how Iâ€™m going to make it through next week. Or today for that matterâ€¦ She closes her eyes to stop the tears burning behind them, hoping to God that no one was looking at her. Sighing softly again, she takes a deep breath and raises her head, looking down at her keyboard. The keys swim in and out of focus, and she blinks slowly, rubbing her eyes and running a hand through her hair. The bell rings, startling her, and she realizes that sheâ€™s been staring at a blank screen. With a slow breath, she collects her things and stands, briefly leaning her head against the wall before opening the door and going down. All around her, kids taller than her run past, talking and laughing and yelling. Being human. As she looks around her, she doesn't even know how they do it. She gets to her next class quickly and puts her head down on her desk. I don't know what to do... The notification on her laptop goes of and she looks up at the message. It's from him. She smiles slightly, then tears up again. He needs me to be happy.. I-I need to remember.. What would a happy person say? Slowly, a single tear rolls down her cheek. She feels like she's breaking inside as she writes back, and she dashes the tear as she sends the email. Then the reality of high school rushes back in, and she plasters a smile to her face. I WILL not show them. I won't do it.